At this point I am soaking wet, and want him so bad I could cry. He latched his fingers around the waist of my leggings pulling them off of my body, t...en off came my shirt. I am even more wet then I thought. I am litterally dripping with exciment. I part my legs enough so that I can set my eyes on Ryans buldge. I want it. Ryan leans back as if giving me permission to unveil his throbbing cock. Mmm. Its huge. I cant wait any longer I want him inside of me. I crave him. I wrap my fingers around. Spent, he collapsed and I slowly withdrew my arm and hand from his backside. When he turned to look at me he had a look of delight on his face. When he grabbed me and passionately kissed me, I knew that I no longer had a choice, and would have to relent and indulge in the same ritual. I promised him that I would allow him to fist me, the following Sunday. I was totally in love with this man.After the magnitude of our session, we both respected the gravity of what we had just experienced. It is. Stoney's." I was wondering ... Hutch said something about that new law about wearing military decorations..." We talked to a federal prosecutor, remember?" Jo said. "We've been doing this. The new law is about impersonating a serviceman or veteran. We don't represent ourselves as anything, we wear those things to honor family members who've served." That's what I thought. But Hutch keeps askin'," Key said. "Said he'd hate for me to get arrested for wearin' Great Granpa's Eisenhower jacket.". For a few seconds it seemed as though time itself had stopped and neither of them moved or made a sound. Then Paul’s hand moved slowly over the soft flesh until his fingers were inside the leg of Ronnie’s shorts. Still not entirely sure if he was misinterpreting the signs or not, he slid his fingers round the curve of the limb until they were spread across the yielding flesh of Ronnie’s inner thigh, his fingertips just brushing the fabric of the boy’s underpants. There was another pause,.